Walking the Bonobo Way

It’s the eve of (finally!) publishing my new book The Bonobo Way: The Evolution of Peace through Pleasure, and I’m deeply grateful for all the glowing reviews coming in from some of the world’s most highly esteemed humans, from primatologists to porn stars, best-selling authors, artists, environmentalists, international icons and the former Pakistani Ambassador to the United States, refreshing my belief that The Bonobo Way can bring much-needed attention to the plight of the highly endangered bonobos in the wild, plus help us humans “go bonobos” and make peace through pleasure in our bedrooms and maybe even on a few battlefields.

Of course, when the book is published in a few days, I’m sure it’ll get its share of flack. In fact, the flack is already flying, and the flinger of said flack is none other than one of our former volunteers here in Bonoboville, California. As some of you already know, this über-disgruntled ex-cop just went e-postal all over the Internet, spraying bullets of spite, colorful lies, solemn denunciations, hypocritical condemnations and inadvertently hilarious accusations on Craigslist and Gmail. In so doing, he committed slander, Internet identity theft, publishing our private address, attempting to incite violence against us, double-spamming a couple of our PR lists that he apparently stole from our computers (a federal crime) while he worked here.

Whew! “Every black cloud has a silver lining” goes the saying, but I guess the reverse is also true. Just as Max, my fellow Bonobovillians and I are starting to revel in that sweet silvery lining of (finally!!!!) getting The Bonobo Way published by the venerable house of Gardner & Daughters (in print and on Kindle!), here comes a big, mean, old, pot-bellied, redneck-black cloud to rain on our parade.

So what can we do but put on our high-heeled galoshes and sing in the rain?

Also, this gives me a golden opportunity to put my money shot where my mouth is and “walk the talk” of the Bonobo Way before it’s even hot off the presses. I won’t stoop to this guy’s level and call him the kinds of names he’s been calling me, even though he’s an easy target. I’ll just let the pictures, which always say a lot more than words, in the photo montage show you how this big grumpy old ape was just recently a very happy human bonobo, basking in the sex-positive, empathetic warmth of our community which, though no Utopia by any means, this man praised as “paradise” almost every single day of the eight or so months he was here.

Then he got cocky and screwed up royally, flouting rules, tampering with security equipment and issuing ludicrous demands. A woman accused him of attempted assault, and he made violent, vicious threats against me, Max and the community. So politely as we could, we asked him to leave “paradise,” and when he refused, we insisted. And now here he is, throwing envy-infected poop in the path of the Bonobo Way like a foaming-at-the-mouth mad chimpanzee, trying desperately to somehow—anyhow!—shame shameless little ol’ me, as well as hurt Bonoboville (publishing our private street address and inciting violence against us) and grasp some attention for his poor, pathetic self.

Anyway, that explanation—and an apology to all friends, fans and media who were spammed by this petty criminal—is about all the attention I’m giving him right now, and it’s more than he deserves. But I also see this as a “Bonobo Liberation Challenge” to walk the talk of the Bonobo Way and try my best to handle this venomous, envious hate attack with the compassionate wisdom of love.

Besides, I’m so excited! Things are bustling in Bonoboville, as we put last-minute touches on the print and Kindle editions of The Bonobo Way, crank up the PR, “like” the FB page and get ready to open up the new Speakeasy for a kick-ass, star-studded launch party this Saturday, November 8th, which happens to be on Capt’n Max’s birthday!

Thanks to donations from friends and fans and volunteer labor, we’re putting up lights, cameras and erotic art, fluffing up the pillows on the show bed, charging up the Sybian, washing the dildos and building a brand new, fabulous Speakeasy bar, sure to be the scene of many Bonoboville Communions-to-cum. Thanks to the sultry Chelsea Demoiselle, we have christened the bar with its first dancing naked lady!

Hope to see you this Saturday! Get advance discount tickets here or order through Paypal or call us at 310-568-0066 to get your tickets by phone. Ticket Price includes First Print Edition Signed Copy (Gardner & Daughters Publishers) and Kindle Edition of The Bonobo Way,OPEN BAR, special prizes and sexy surprises, freedom of expression + lots of free parking! A portion of all ticket sales goes to help save bonobos in the wild as well as promote The Bonobo Way.

And don’t forget: The Bonobo WayKindle Edition launches on Wednesday “Hump Day” November 12th. A complimentary Kindle copy of the book will be available between November 12th-17th. So get it while it’s FREE!

Preach Dr. Suzy! Bonoboville is THE BEST & grouchy people that need more sex & love in their life are just jealous of our happiness in our “paradise” as you said it ;) “The Bonobo Way” should be the only way. MAKE LOVE NOT WAR!

Would love to attend and bring Big D too! He is flying in from Ireland this weekend so will talk him into coming down to see you! I LOVE the Bonobo Way – and looking forward to reading your new book! I reference you many times in my work and in my seminars… Absolutely adore you!

The Bonobo Way looks awesome. I just liked it on Facebook. Wish I could go to the party, but I’m in Florida. Been watching you since your HBO days. Don’t let the stupid insults of this misogynistic nothing get in your way. He is just trying to shame you for being a powerful mature woman, like the female bonobos. Too bad for him, and lucky for us, you’re not ashamed to be who you are. Go bonobos!

Yup I got one of those emails from that creepy ex cop. What a winner he is. He should really be put away for a while to help restore his mental health.
Good on you doc, funny piece. I think that anyone could see through his nasty emails, unless of course you’re really stupid.

Way to goooo Bonoboville! I’ve already put in my pre-order for a Bonobo Way Kindle–can’t wait to read it!

And Dr. Suzy, I guess I’m on that list that asshole stole because I got those poison-pen emails the other day, but I never believed one word for one minute, not what he said about you or Max or Bonoboville. But now, as mad as those emails made me, that’s how hard I’m laughing at your photos of this double douchebag enjoying himself doing the very things he condemns, in the halcyon days, before his fall from grace, as a “Happy Bonobo in Bonoboville”.

I will be watching the Bonobo Way launch party this Saturday! Can’t wait to see sexy Amor Hilton, Cate, Sam and Silky and your in-house goddesses Chelsea and Maya, and the return of Trixie Plenty!

Don’t know if you ever met them but I’d like to introduce you to Mr. Vince Watkins ex cop from Macon Georgia, not so good editor and anonymous, cowardly writer of hate mail. The other individual is Dawn Spencer, ex-military, good yeller, germ-phobic gnat-on-the-wall. He claims she knows nothing of all this and it is all his doing (but somehow I get an image of them sitting in the glow of the computer screen writing crap. My dementia allows me to see what mere mortals can not) to disrupt our daily, rather peaceful lives with their stated goal to bring hell upon Bonoboville. Yes, the pictures are very funny and show the truth of their brief stay here.

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